Chapter 42

Jimson had the gall to furrow his brows in concern. “I hope she’s all right… that poor girl.”

I watched him carefully and decided to test him.

“She is,” I said flatly. “She was found an hour ago.”

A single blink. No twitch. No shift in weight. Just that same

damned smug confidence.

Jimson remained eerily calm.

Too calm.

And that told me everything I needed to know.

Then, suddenly, Jess exploded.

“Why are you acting like Olivia’s disappearance is the end of the

world? Are you that scared? Or is it that you care too much?”

Her voice was high–pitched and hysterical, a mix of rage and

confusion.


I didn’t raise my voice. “Do you even know what she was doing

here? What she found?”

Jess scoffed. “She’s a secretary. She’s been here forthree days.

Why would anything she says matter?”

I walked forward slowly, each word clipped and deliberate. “That secretary uncovered something you’ve failed to detect in two years. She was doingmyjob. She disappeared onmywatch.”

Jess clenched her fists, her face crumpling with disbelief.

“You’re insane. You’re–what, in love with that married woman

now?”

at her, this woman I once thought

“If

more on substance, maybe your brain wouldn’t be so

resigning.”

to let him


people over

my forehead. Of

She always cried to him when she

me guess. You told him I’m

mind over Olivia.”

“Yes. Because that’s exactly

Favoritism. Obsession.”

her, Jimson chimed in. “I’m resigning

loyalty means

I’m done.”

Chapter 42

few other executives glanced at

follow Jimson’s lead just to


phone vibrated. A message from Gai. My father had just called him to ask for my

speaker. “Father,” I said calmly, “the purpose of

here to see. The ones who needed to expose themselves have done so.

Jess looked stunned.

she wasn’t done. “You don’t deny it, do you? That

her? A married woman,

to do–fight Ethan

“The only reason I care about

on my behalf. She looked

herself in danger because this branch is rotten from

shouted, his mask slipping.

it toanyoneofficial. She just wanted to show off in

didn’t trust you,” I snapped. “And now


“Even if she found something–there’s protocol. She should’ve come

some damned investigator!”

I could reply to Jimson, a weak female voice

silence from the doorway, quiet but firm

movement in

“The mole is… Jimson.”

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